Where were you born from ?
Ancient plans in DNA and stars within galaxies too far to see ?
Sleep to see freely from ego and explore the boundaries
and to know the wisdom.
Accumulating and storing perceptions and insights to use in the travels ahead .
Step and step again again .
Clarity in my eyes
though
sometimes I can’t see .
Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .
Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .
Take pause to listen and they may speak so that you can hear .
Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories .
Exposing the might , exposing the fright .
They live so that others may live .
They give so that you will receive .
Trees , the kind that always to used to be free , thank you .
She hides in plain view and … can be heard singing in your ear .
A melody or a chant rising from within and turning into a declaration of life .
She looks above and over the lines that have been drawn
and sees a clear flight .
She will pound inside your heart only when the cause is not right .
And tenderly caress your spirit’s wings into peace
and into the night .
‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″
Quiet . A morning unfolds in sweetness and sounds of a willing life .
Hues gently strolling in and waking the hopes for courage .
Smile . Greetings to you and with a gift of warm eyes I speak with truth .
Wind comes with a blessing and there is not sacrifice in a beating heart .
Roar . Into the night the blues and magicians in the stars come awake .
Startled or peaceful , it is you .
‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle
You saw into my eyes rather than looking at them and then me . And…..
dare i say “Hello” dear providence ?
Your knowingness is real .
Is there comfort in what you see ?
I’ll share my heart with thee
And then will you dance with me ?
The wildness, you see, can subside and still be free .
when the moon calls to the spirit
And we cannot turn away
then there will be comfort with you dear Providence .
The Eye of the Heart
The challenges that I feel
growing in my heart ,
arriving from beyond the gates of peace .
There is a spirit of fire crackling in my blood .
Waiting to roar
and to say it’s release .
This day will not end in anger nor disgrace .
But will leave in color
and
my heart’s warm embrace .
And with Peace .
blchapman 